Yes I Said Yes I Will Yes

I have been a little low on words lately. It happens sometimes. I try to think of it as Composting Time, during which things -- words, ideas, images -- are sifting down in the pile, decaying into their elements, being recycled by worms and other creepy-crawlies, getting ready to fertilize new poems and stories and posts.

At any rate, being low on words, I will only share with you a moment from my day yesterday, when the little girl above (known on this blog as Sister) looked deep, deep into my eyes and asked,

"Will you marry me?"

Reader, she was muy-muy earnest. And I know there were other things I was supposed to say, like: Oh, sweetie, we love each other so much but I'm already married to your dad, so I can't marry you. Or: I know you want to marry me now, and I'm so flattered, but someday you'll grow up and you'll find someone else you want to marry.

In the end, all I could do was return her fervent gaze and say,


P.S. If the title of this post sounds familiar, it's because these words are the final words of James Joyce's Ulysses.


CitricSugar said...

I couldn't have turned out that face, either. :-)

CitricSugar said...

sorry, turned DOWN that face. I'm having an inarticulate "word salad" sort of day. Sigh.